Today, I submitted the final paper of my law school career. A 76-pager about investment facilitation implementation methods, for a South American country, to hopefully be used in some form for negotiation preparations at the WTO. The pomp from this sentence aside, what it also means is that I have graduated from law school.
The banks of the Vistula are overflowing with the weekend crowd. Mostly college students and young working professionals, New York City tells me. The wooden boardwalk is dotted with lights, deckchairs, and the occasional picnic blanket. The river itself, however, is a murky slab of blue-grey. We eventually manage to find two stray seats. With a six-pack of beer between us, we settle in and watch the sky from blue, to yellow, to orange, and to a darker shade of blue.
Summer 2019, and beyond.